Chris’s brothers or parents walking in on Chris eating reader out
𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓
cw: pussy eating, someone walking in,
Your legs were already shaking—trembling—by the time Chris flattened his tongue against you again, slow and heavy like he was dragging it on purpose just to hear the sounds you made. Your back arched, muscles tight and pulsing, breath hitching in your throat like your body couldn’t decide whether to sob or scream.
He hummed, deep and smug, like your reaction was the exact feedback he wanted.
“Chris—fuck, please,” you choked out, thighs threatening to close around his head. But he only pushed them wider, spreading you open like you were his meal—and god, weren’t you?
One hand gripped your hip, grounding you, while the other slipped under your ass to lift you just slightly into his mouth. He moaned against you—moaned—and your whole spine lit up with electricity.
“Right there,” you gasped, breathless and already so close you were seeing stars. “Chris, I—shit, I’m—”
He sped up.
It was vulgar, the way he was eating you out. Like he was addicted. Like nothing else existed outside of making you fall apart under his mouth. Your hand was tangled in his hair, clutching, guiding—but your brain wasn’t forming full thoughts anymore.
You weren’t just enjoying it.
You were ruined.
Eyes glassy. Mouth open. Whole body tense with the kind of pleasure that made you delirious.
You were so close—so close—when the faintest sound tickled the edge of your awareness.
Click.Creak.
You didn’t process it. You didn’t care.
But someone else did.
“Yo, have either of you seen my—”
The voice stopped.
Chris didn’t.
Because the voice didn’t belong to you, and you weren’t speaking.
You only realized what happened when you blinked toward the door, heart still racing, and saw Matt standing there.
Not moving.
Not breathing.
His soul left his body in real time.
You made a sound—something between a gasp and a squeak—as panic flooded through your veins. “CHRIS.”
He didn’t stop. “Mmm, baby?”
You tugged his shoulder with a death grip. “CHRIS. LOOK.”
He finally pulled back, annoyed, lips glossy, eyes blown, and turned to follow your wide-eyed stare.
And there he was. Matt.
In the doorway.
Staring in abject horror.
For a second, no one moved.
Then—
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.”
Chris sat up straighter, blinking. “...You could knock.”
Matt’s face contorted like he was short-circuiting. “YOU LEFT THE DOOR OPEN.”
You were pulling blankets over yourself like they could protect your dignity. “Matt. Get out. Please—get out.”
“I’m calling God,” Matt muttered. “I’m reporting both of you to somebody. I need to go lie down in traffic.”
And then he was gone, slamming the door.
The silence that followed was thick. Warm. Sticky.
Chris turned to you, unfazed. “...So where were we?”
You shoved Chris’s face into the pillow with more force than necessary.
“Why was the door open?!”
He pulled back, muffled and grinning. “It’s my room.”
You gaped at him, mortified. “Your brother just walked in on me with your head between my legs and you’re smiling?!”
Chris snorted, way too casual. “Okay but like… was I doing a bad job? ’Cause I kinda thought I was—”
you punish matt by making him watch you get yourself off while he can’t touch you.
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“pl-please.. i’ll be g-good this time, promise!” matts whimpers can be heard throughout the whole apartment, while you watch with a faux sympathetic look on your face. “maybe if you weren’t such a fucking brat and talked back then you’d be able to touch me, yeah?” you begin to scoot further down the bed, creating an out of reach distance so he can’t touch you.
ever since this morning matt has had an attitude with you and usually you could handle it and see what was going on with him but today he wasn’t letting up. all day he had been shooting you looks and snarky remarks and you were just fed up with it. you needed to put him in his place.
“noo, no please! d-didn’t mean it mommy — m’sorry..” tears had begin to form in his eyes and you haven’t even started yet, you laugh in his face and start to slip off the lacy panties. “save it, just shhh” you stuff your panties in his mouth and go back to your spot, his eyes widen at the sudden gesture and his wrists tug at the handcuffs that are connected to the bed board. he gives you his best puppy eyes and starts to buck his hips up, silently letting you know what he needed.
his gaze singles down to your fingers slipping in and out of your dripping pussy, he throws his head back and whines. only muffled cries and pleads are heard from him, he can’t even look at you for that long — thinking that if he does he’ll come on the spot. “ooh- shit! y’like watching mommy fuck herself hm? fucking pathetic boy, look at you already leaking.” you head nudges to the wet patched on his crotch, your pace getting and faster and faster and his cries are only getting louder.
“such a fucking cry baby, all for some pussy? you’re pathetic baby” tears stream down his face and his hips begin to buck up more, desperately trying to find a way to get any kind of relief. “f-fuck baby — m’gonna come! mommy’s gonna come for you sweet boy!” your eyes roll to the back of your head as you reach your high, loud moans fill the room and hand starts to slow down. after a second of laying there and catching your breath you shift over to matt and swap the spot soaked panties out of his mouth for your soaked finger.
he desperately takes them in his mouth and sucks them clean, until he lets out a loud whimper and closes his eyes tight. you look down to see that he had came from just the taste you — you smile and slip your fingers further down his throat. “m’gonna have so much fun with you, my needy baby..”
- avery’s note ˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆｡-
this is lowk FREAKYYY (well for me when i write tbh..) I LOVE SUB MATT I NEED SUB MATT SO BADDDD. i also kinda hate this but like wtv?? I WILL TRY TO POST MORE IM SORRY FOR THE LACK OF FICS </33
Your back arches as Matt’s tongue works you over, pushing you towards another release faster than you’d anticipated. His face is half-buried in your pussy, nose pressed against your mound, mouth devouring you. Your desperate moans and whimpers only seem to fuel his need to keep eating your sweet pussy.
He groans and moans into your wet folds like your arousal is the most delicious thing he’s had in his mouth, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs and fingers digging into your soft flesh to keep you open for his hungry mouth. He can feel your thighs trembling, breathy gasps overtaking your moans.
You’re so close to orgasming—he knows you are.
So, he redoubles his efforts, not even taking a moment to breathe, panting against your flesh like you’re the oxygen he needs. The feeling of your fingers tugging at his hair and the way your hips move against his mouth—almost like you’re trying to ride his face—undoes him completely.
And you’re definitely not the only one coming; Matt paints the inside of his own pants white, having been grinding against the bed without even realizing it.
You have to pull him back by force, too sensitive for any more stimulation, your thighs trembling. And only then does he (reluctantly) pull away, lips glossy and swollen, eyes glazed over and heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide, chest heaving.
He looks wrecked.
Seems like he thoroughly enjoyed his first taste of pussy.
𐔌 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼 ꒱ man... idek how many layouts i have rn. anyway, i struggled to write this ngl, even tho it’s so short... and i apologize if it’s shit, i couldn’t be bothered to proofread 😭
. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ DISCOVERING THAT SUB!MATT HAS A SLAPPING KINK ࿐ྂ
“mmpfh—“ his moans are pathetic, high pitched sounds that confirm the intense pleasure he’s feeling. he looks up at you, eyes glazed over in desire and arousal, his cock pulsing inside of you.
you moan, lifting your hips once again to then let them sink, bouncing on his lap. your eyes are locked with his, and matt struggles to even hold the intense gaze, his head squirming side to side in the pillow.
“f-fuck…” he moans, his hands twitching as they grip the sheets.
a few minutes before, you’ve told him —well rather demanded him—that he needed to keep his hands to himself, and even though he nodded like a puppy, he didn’t know it was going to be this hard.
matt struggles, really struggles. his knuckles are white due the firm way he’s gripping the sheets, trying to ground himself.
you occasionally lean forward to kiss the poor boy underneath you, pussy clenching around him when he lets out yet another whimper.
his hair is messy, his face confronted in a pleased, yet needy expression, wanting nothing more than to finally let that knot in his stomach let go.
you give him a sly wink, bouncing up and down on his cock, that is slipping in and out of your soaking cunt.
“ngh— baby, please…”
he’s not sure what he’s begging for, maybe for his release, maybe for his growing need to roam his hands over his body. he doesn’t know anymore, brain fuzzy as he watches you bounce up and down on him, the sight being something he needs imprinted in his mind.
“shh.. be good for me matt..”
you demand in a sweet voice, hand coming up to stroke his cheek gently. he moans in response.
“i-im trying— ngh f-fuck.. a-ah..”
he’s a horny mess, and you can’t help but chuckle as you meet his begging eyes. his hands tremble when you press a soft kiss on his lips.
he can’t take it anymore.
his hands finally loosen around the sheets, immediately finding contact with your soft skin. his hands are digging in your sides, his head thrown back as he moans.
and you truly can’t believe that he disobeyed you, so, within a split second, your hand meets his face.
not hard, just enough to leave the slightest tingly feeling.
and instead of matt flinching back and pulling you off him angrily, he lets out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from him.
his head is thrown back, his hips stutter up desperately as he feels the knot in his stomach tightening, before letting go.
you gasp, shocked when you feel his hot release over your walls, filling you up with his sticky cum.
he pants, brows furrowed as one if his hands moves from your hips to his own face, covering his eyes and letting out a embarrassed whimper.
“s-sorry..” he whispers, voice cracking. his face is beet red.
you’ve completely paused your movements, staring at him in slight shock.
“sorry..” he whimpers again removing his hand from his face. “i- i didn’t know… im so—“
“shh..”
he looks up surprised when you shush him, his cheek flushed. you tilt your head and smile softly.
“didn’t know you would like that baby, want me to do it again?”
and god, it’s impressive how rapid his constant nods are, and how quickly you can feel him harden inside you again.
a/n posting a draft cause i have no motivation to write but i do wanna post cause i love yall :))
ⓘ smut ⋆ lowk pure filth ⋆ bsf!chris ⋆ oral (f!recieving) ⋆ pussydrunk!chris ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ multiple orgasms ⋆ pet names ⋆ mattress humping + more
freya’s notes: ummm chat is this too freaked out 😭
layout ib: @chrisssiren
you can barely speak; only pathetic moans spilling from your lips. chris—your best friend—is buried between your legs, and has been for the past twenty minutes. it all started when he confessed that he had surprisingly never made a girl cum on his tongue; so, like the kind, helpful friend that you are, you volunteered to help him learn. little did you know how much that offer would backfire.
his tongue sloppily runs up and down your soaked folds, devouring you like you’re his last meal on earth. lewd, wet squelching noises can be heard from between your legs, along with the heavy breathing and moans currently coming from your best friend.
he’s acting like he’s the one receiving the pleasure, and judging by the way his hips are grinding and rutting against the mattress, it’s not far-fetched to think so at all.
pitiful whimpers and moans leave your mouth, mixing with soft cries of his name and assorted profanities. your fingers grip his hair tightly, tugging on it as you hold him in place.
“could eat this fucking pussy forever, ma.” he groans, causing your back to arch as vibrations from his voice rip through you. “ahhn -- chris! i-i can’t!” you try and push his head away while simultaneously craving the pleasure desperately.
he doesn’t listen and keeps slurping and sucking your essence straight from the source. “c’mon sweetheart, gimmie one more.” he mumbles, “just one more…”
overstimulation crashes over you in a jolting wave with one particularly hard suckle to your clit. “fuckk!! chris—oh my god!” your thighs shake as yet another orgasm rips though you, rendering you almost dumb with pleasure.
all the sounds you can emit now are strangled whimpers due to chris’ pussy-drunk fuelled determination to completely ruin you.
your hips buck against his face, but he holds them down with his large hands, leaving you a twitching, oversensitive mess beneath him. the pleasure he’s giving to you almost blends into pain, but at the same time, it feels too good to stop.
tears of ecstasy well up in the corners of your eyes as his tongue dips down to tease your slit before plunging in and fucking your cunt shallowly with it, drinking your juices and cum from your many previous orgasms greedily.
“tastes so fucking good.” he moans, releasing his tight grip on your hips so he can use both thumbs to spread your lips, allowing him better access to continue tongue-fucking you, nose bumping against your clit with every greedy lick.
your cries gradully become high pitched as your legs twitch profusely, signalling yet another realease creeping up on you. it tears through you with blinding-hot pleasure, your thighs clamping around his head to localise the feeling.
"you're not running away from this sweetheart." chris mutters, forcing your legs apart again, lifting his head very slightly to make eye-contact with you. his chin is covered in your slick, his lips are slightly puffy and swollen, and his expression is nothing short of pure hunger but he doesn't seem to care. chris quickly wipes his chin before diving back face-first into your cunt.
“jus’ stay like that ma,” he groans, “m’not stopping till i’ve eaten my fill.”
˙⋆✮ 🎬 summary: you find out what your best friend does on the side for extra money, and he asks you to shoot a scene with him
requested by this ask ! ˙⋆✮ 🎬 i hope you don't mind i slightly changed the dynamic of the characters from your original request .
i don't remember where i got the dividers 😭 lmk if they're yours and i'll give credit !
It was a shock when you first stumbled upon your best friend, Chris' onlyfans page. You never imagined that he'd be the type of guy to make content like that.
That was until you stumbled across a certain video. It was only a few minutes long. Chris was leaned back in his gaming chair. You recognized his room in the back, the Thrasher posters on his walls and his black and white flannel bed sheets. The camera was panned down to his lap, and he had his fingers wrapped around his rather impressive length, his hand moving back and forth.
In a voice that was unmistakably his, he was huskily muttering under his breath praises that made your jaw drop. "Good girl." "You feel so tight around me." "That pussy's all mine."
What shocked you even more was the way your body was responding to it. You were both ashamed and captivated by the scene that played out on your laptop in front of you, his dialogue, feeling like you were seeing and hearing something you shouldn't be. Heat rushed to your face, your breath hitching as he softly moaned, still stroking himself thoughtfully and skillfully.
You understood why Chris had so many subscribers on this app. You almost considered becoming one of them when the video cut off right before he finished followed by a link to pay for a monthly subscription to see the rest.
You shut your laptop, staring in disbelief and wondering what the hell you were supposed to do with this newfound information.
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"When were you gonna tell me you have an onlyfans?" You grilled Chris the next time you saw him, unable to hide your smirk when you popped the question that had been eating away at you for days.
He chuckled, narrowing his gaze at you. "How'd you find that out? You would have had to go lookin' for it."
"Don't worry about how I found out," you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "Aren't you like worried someone's gonna find it?" You lowered your voice, scanning the people around you and making sure no one was eavesdropping on your conversation.
"No, because the people who find out went lookin' for it," he smirked, reaching out and brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. Your face flushed, but you swatted his hand away, rolled your eyes at him, and started to walk away. He reached out and stopped you. He looked down at you with a smug smile, searching your expression. "What was your favorite part?"
"You're not actually asking me that right now," you said in disbelief, glaring in his direction.
"What? You know about it, so you must have watched some of it," he teased you, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Did you like it?"
"It was objectively hot," you shrugged, trying not to boost his ego too much.
"You know," he said, his eyes dropping to your full lips. "I've been getting requests to film a scene with another person."
"Okay?" You shrugged, wondering if he was saying that to make you jealous or not. "What's that have to do with me?"
"I was hoping you maybe knew someone who would want to shoot a scene with me," he smirked, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your mouth.
"What kind of scene?" You asked, cocking your head slightly to the side, your curiosity getting the better of you.
"Like a full scene. Oral, fingering, penetration, you know," Chris replied, licking his lips.
"I don't know anyone who does content like that," you shook your head, trying to stifle an embarrassed smile as you pictured Chris in your head doing all of those things to a girl.
"Not even you?" He asked, smiling down at you.
"What? Me? No, I've never done anything like that," you immediately turned down his proposal.
"But would you?" He wondered, cocking an eyebrow as he challenged you. "Would you consider it at least?"
You stood there dumbfounded, giving Chris a look like he was out of his damn mind. Of course you wouldn't film a porn. "That's the most absurd thing I've ever hear-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Chris leaned down, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he quietly whispered, "think about it." His warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine.
Then he walked off, leaving the ball in your court, knowing you'd fold sooner or later.
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A couple weeks later, after giving the idea some careful thought, you found yourself right where Chris wanted you - in his bed, adorned in a pretty lingerie set he'd bought for you just for this special occasion.
He sat across from you shirtless, his hand on your bare thigh, slowly drawing circles on your skin in a soothing and suggestive manner. "Nervous?" He asked, dragging his eyes up to meet yours.
"Yeah," you breathed out, a blush rushing to your cheeks.
"Don't be. No one will be able to see your face," Chris replied in a calming voice. "We're filming the raw footage today, but I'm gonna edit it and run it by you before I post it, and if you don't like anything, I'll edit it out."
"I, uh, don't really know how to fake it for the audience," you admitted, glancing nervously over at Chris' laptop as the little recording button stared back at you.
"Relax. You're not gonna need to fake anything," Chris chuckled, reaching up and caressing your cheek. You subtly leaned into his soft touch, your gaze flicking up at him. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, okay?"
You nodded, feeling reassured by his soothing voice.
With his hand still gently resting on your face, he leaned in to kiss you. Your eyes fluttered shut as his luscious lips captivated your own, stealing your breath away and making your head spin with scenarios you hadn't pictured until a couple weeks ago when you first discovered that Chris was basically a moonlight pornstar.
His tongue slipped into your mouth, the kiss growing more passionate and making your stomach flutter with arousal as he softly brushed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You almost forgot you were doing this for business with how romantic the kiss was and how effortlessly wet Chris had you already.
Chris pulled away, just long enough to take you in, his eyes tracing the neckline of the black lace you were in. "Fuck. Look at you," he rasped under his breath, admiring your form.
After he eyed you up and down a few times like he'd been imagining you naked for years, his lips latched onto your neck. Your eyes rolled around in your head as you tilted it to the side, offering better access. His lips felt so soft and wet, and a moan slipped through as he continued to a kiss a particularly sensitive spot.
"How does that feel?" He softly cooed against the crook of your neck, suckling on it and starting to move down to your collar bone.
"Good," you breathed in response, already feeling more at ease than when the two of you had first started filming.
He took that as a green light to go further. He snagged the strap of your bra, slowly pulling down the black lace, revealing your breast. His blue eyes flickered down to your nipple and back up at you before he took it into his mouth, making you gasp.
He swirled his tongue around, feeling it harden in response. He closed his lips down around your peak and gently hummed against it, sending a vibration through you. Your hand flew up to his head, holding him in place as he softly suckled on your nipple.
He grabbed your hips, pulling you down closer to him on the bed and started to lay you down on your back. He pulled down the other strap, revealing your other breast. "Look at how pretty these are," he whispered, gently grabbing a handful in both hands as he alternated thoughtfully sucking on each one.
You cried out in pleasure, your back arching off the bed. Chris chuckled with your right breast in his mouth, loving your response.
"Am I making you wet?" Chris asked, pausing to look up at you as he reached behind your back, undoing your bra with one hand. You responded with a nervous giggle as your bra fell from your frame, embarrassed by just how wet you were. "Guess I'll have to have a look for myself, hmm?"
He dropped his gaze, fixing his eyes between your spread open legs as he hooked his finger into the flimsy fabric that was covering your soaked cunt. You bit your lip, looking down at him with a sheepish expression.
Chris had never seen these parts of you before and the fact that he was doing a reveal on camera made your clit throb.
"Look at that," he purred, his hungry gaze fixed between your thighs as he pulled your panties to the side, exposing your cunt. He gently ran his finger along your slit, making you shudder. "You're dripping."
You bit down on your lip, doing your best to contain a moan as Chris started to circle your entrance with his middle finger. You gasped, your eyes widnening when he slipped it inside of you, feeling your warm cunt stretch around it.
"So tight," he muttered, moving his finger in and out of your drooling hole. "And all mine. Can you say that for me? Say it's all mine?" He cooed condescendingly.
"It's all yours," you whimpered obediently, clenching around him. He grinned up at you devilishly, adding another finger. You gripped the comforter beneath you as he lowered his head, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach and your hips, his soft lips tickling your skin.
You could feel his hot breath ghosting over your heat, making you shiver as he continued south, his mouth just inches from your pussy. He looked up at you for a moment, a smug smirk plastered to his face as he took in your desperate expression, his finger still slowly working in and out of you.
Without warning, he spit on your folds, making you squirm beneath him. He stared down at his saliva glistening on your pussy and slowly massaged it into your clit with his thumb. You bit down on your lip, throwing your head back again at the sensation.
"I bet you want me to eat it, don't you?" He cooed, smiling smugly from between your legs. You eagerly nodded, practically begging him with your eyes as you looked back down at him with a glazed over expression.
He dipped his head down below your waist, chuckling darkly as his cheek brushed against the inside of your thigh, tickling you. He inhaled, taking in the scent of your arousal as he pistoned his fingers faster. Your head fell back once more when his tongue darted out and gently flickered over your clit.
You tightened your grip on his sheets, desperate for something to hold onto while he teased you with his tongue, swirling it in circles over your most sensitive spot. His blue eyes flicked up to meet yours every few minutes as if silently checking in on you and reading your body language for what you liked.
He closed his lips down around your pink bud, gently suckling on it while you writhed beneath him. Your chest rose and fell with every deepening breath. Your eyelids grew heavy with lust as you peered down at his head between your legs.
You ran your fingers through his messy brown hair again, encouraging him to keep going. He sped up his movements, plunging his fingers into you faster and deeper, his tongue rapidly dancing over your clit.
A string of moans and profanities streamed uncontrollably from your lips. Your legs started to tremble, pressure building deep inside you and your control slowly slipping away. Chris didn't let up, subduing you with his tongue and fingers, eating you like a starving man as you bucked your hips, grinding against his face.
Pleasure surged through your body as you reached the point of no return. The knot in your belly pulled tight, and you suddenly felt the tension break. Your pussy rhythmically pulsed around Chris' fingers, and your clit throbbed against his tongue as you finished. You closed your legs down around his head as he slurped up all your juices. You shook underneath him, seeing stars, your digits still threaded into his hair.
"Oh my god," you whispered breathlessly as he lifted his head from between your thighs. "That was incredible."
Chris glanced up at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips, his chin coated in your arousal. He slowly retracted his fingers from your cunt, licking them clean as he held eye contact. You could still hear a ringing in your ears accompanied by the sound of blood rushing back to your head as you recovered.
"You didn't fake it, did you?" Chris asked smugly, taking a subtle jab at you for questioning his abilities at the start.
You giggled in response, covering your blushing face with your trembling hands. "I don't think I could have put on that convincing of a performance."
"Well, I hope you have more in you, because we're not done yet," Chris replied, coming up to kiss you. His lips crashed into yours, filling your tastebuds with your own flavor.
You placed a hand on his chest, slowly moving it down his abs. "Keep going," he whispered against your lips, encouraging you to go lower.
"You're so hard," you gasped as your hand dipped curiously below his waist, palming him through his boxers.
"Yeah, look what you did," he mumbled, placing his hand on top of yours and making you stroke him through the soft fabric, smirking against your lips. "Wanna see it?"
"Mhmm," you eagerly nodded, breaking away from the kiss and looking into his dreamy blue eyes.
"Then take a look for yourself," he responded, situating himself on the bed and leaning back against a pillow.
You smiled up at him, trapping your bottom lip between your teeth. You hooked your fingers into his waistband, already impressed with his size by the outline of it in his underwear and what you'd seen on his onlyfans page. You slowly pulled them down, and Chris lifted his hips to help you take them off.
Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped when it sprung free from his boxers. Sure, you'd already seen it, but the videos Chris took didn't do it justice. It was big and veiny, and it hit his stomach with a heavy thud, a bead of precum already waiting impatiently at his swollen tip.
Your tongue darted out from behind your lips, wetting them as you admired his cock that was standing at attention just for you. His length throbbed under your examination, loving the way you responded to it.
You extended your arm, reaching out for his dick, and you wrapped your slender fingers around his thickness. A moan slipped through Chris' lips as you gave him the first stroke. You gazed up at him, capturing his pretty blue eyes with your own, watching them glaze over as you continued your ministrations.
You still couldn't believe it. If someone had told you a month ago that you'd be stroking Chris' cock while he filmed it, you would've called bullshit, and yet, the act you were engaging in felt like it was satisfying some deep need that you didn't even know you had.
"Why don't you lick it clean?" He asked, smirking at you, motioning towards the clear drop that pearled at his tip. You leaned in, dragging your tongue from the backside of the head and licking a stripe across his pink mushroom, cleaning it up and making him moan in response. His hand instinctively flew up to rest on your cheek. "That's it. Atta girl."
He stroked your cheekbone with his thumb as you parted your lips and wrapped them around his tip. You hummed against all his never endings, sending vibrations through his cock as you continued to stroke his shaft. He let out a breathy exhale at the sensation. You took more of him, slinking your lips down his length, your soft tongue massaging the underside of his cock.
One moment, you were completely in control. The next, Chris' fingers were tangled in your hair, gently holding your head down as he lead you through the motions. You submitted to him, letting him use your mouth however he wanted, his hips slightly lifting off the bed as he fed you more of his cock.
"You're too fuckin' good at this," Chris rasped, almost accusingly. He kept his gaze on you the entire time, cherishing how hot it looked to watch his length disappear behind your plump lips that were perfect for sucking cock if you'd asked his opinion.
You hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing up and down as Chris guided you, setting the pace he liked. Waves of pleasure echoed through him as you squeezed the base, still pumping his cock back and forth.
He peered down at you with a blissful look, his pink lips parting around a moan and his hooded eyes that twinkled with lust. You felt him twitch in your mouth, more precum spilling onto your tongue as he started to get close.
He held your head down again, making you take more of him. His tip repeatedly hit the back of your throat, making you softly gag. He couldn't get enough of the way you looked, the way you sounded, or the way you felt with your lips wrapped perfectly around his cock.
He tightened his grip on your hair, combing a few loose strands out of the way as his head fell back against his headboard with a soft thud.
"Fuck," he grunted loudly, his dick pulsing and his balls tightening as he pumped your mouth full with his hot, sticky cum. You swallowed graciously, not letting a single drop go to waste. You sucked him dry, pulling off with a pop. "You're kiddin' me. That was insane."
You wiped a bit of drool from your mouth, flashing him a mischevious smile, proud of yourself for making him cum that hard. He stared down at you with a fucked out expression and a smile plastered to his face as he called his breath back to him.
"Where'd you get so good at that?" Chris purred, pulling you on top of him as he kissed you again, still breathless. You chuckled against his lips.
In one swift motion, Chris rolled over, pinning you down between his mattress and his body. You gasped, surprised by how quickly he ended up on top of you again. He wedged his long fingers into the elastic of your panties, and you kicked up your feet, helping him slip them down off your legs.
Goosebumps scattered in the wake of his fingers brushing against the inside of your thighs, anticipation causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand on end. He spread you open, the cold air hitting your wet heat.
Chris leaned in again, spitting on your cunt, watching his saliva mix with your arousal. You bit down on your lip, clenching around nothing as he neared your hole with his still hard cock. "Can you tell me it's mine?" He purred, slapping his tip repeatedly against your pussy.
"It's all yours," you whispered, watching him tease you.
He smirked down at you, prodding at your entrance and slowly running the head of his dick through your shiny folds. You let out a soft whimper as it brushed against your swollen clit, driving you wild. "Gonna be a good girl and take my cock?"
You nodded energetically. "Please?"
"Since you asked so nicely," he rasped, slipping the tip inside and making your jaw drop. He grunted, feeling your walls flutter around him to accommodate his size.
"I'm going to ruin you. Show everyone who this pussy belongs to," he huskily told you, making your stomach flip with excitement as he pushed it in a few more inches.
"So big," you cried out from under him, clawing at the bedding again when he started to move his hips.
Slowly but surely, he worked it in the rest of the way in. "That's it. Take it all." His words sent shivers down your spine.
He held still inside you for a moment, still bottomed out in your hole while his blue eyes bore into your soul. He took it out all the way before slamming back into you, earning a pleasured yelp from you. Your walls clenched around him, sucking him in.
Suddenly, he pulled out of you, and he started to manhandle your body, flipping you onto your side. "Turn around," he ordered you. You allowed him to toss you about, climbing to your hands and knees as he pulled you closer to him by your hips.
He admired your perfectly-shaped ass as he guided his tip towards your cunt. He pushed it in again, making your back arch and a sexy moan fall from your lips. You felt so full. He licked his lips, placing both hands on your waist as he rocked his hips, pumping into you.
"Fuck. It's so big," you whimpered, loving how deep the new angel was.
"I know. I know," he cooed, slowly fucking you and feeling how good you squeezed him in return.
You glanced to your left, watching yourself get fucked on the screen. The fact that people were going to see it nearly sent you over the edge right there.
His fingers found their way into your hair. He wrapped his fist around a handful of your locks, tugging on them and using you as leverage as he sped up his thrusts.
"Oh my fucking god," you moaned inbetween staggered breaths.
"That's it, baby. Gonna ruin you for everyone to see." Your cunt throbbed around his length in response to his comments. Not only was Chris a god in bed, but he knew exactly what to say to put you under his spell.
You clutched his flannel sheets, squeezing the fabric until your knuckles started to lose color. You couldn't take much more. Chris' constant reminders about how you were all his while he pounded his cock into you deep and hard were threatening to have you come undone at any given moment.
Chris tugged on your hair again, pulling your hips back into him. His thrusts started to lose their rhythm, the both of you growing closer with each thrust. Chris could feel you losing composure. "Cum all over my cock," he gravelled under his breath.
Suddenly, you were a writhing, pathetic mess, your body becoming limp as Chris finished you off. You pulsed around him, cumming all over his cock just like he'd ordered you to. Your walls tightened around him, sending him over the edge shortly after.
He withdrew at the last second, getting dangerously close to pumping you full of his silky, hot cum. Instead, he released onto your backside, watching it glaze your skin as he squeezed every last drop out, pumping his length in his hand.
He finished with a few groans, feeling his cock twitch against his palm. "Fuck," he grumbled followed by a heavy panting. He reached over and grabbed something to wipe you off with, admiring the mess one last time before he cleaned it up. "And scene," he chuckled as if he were directing a movie.
He reached over and stopped the recording as you collapsed onto his bed, still trying to regulate your breathing and recover from the intensity of the night. "Wow. That was hot," you admitted.
"Maybe we could watch it back together," Chris shrugged, glancing over at you with a smug smirk. "And if we don't like it, maybe we could film it again."
You playfully pushed against his arm. "Hmm. I don't know. Sounds like you're just trying to get into my pants again," you joked.
"Maybe. Who says this whole thing wasn't to get into your pants?" He teased you back.
sturnblr is toxic. yes there are people who write good stuff and everything but those are VERY FEW people i dont get why this fandom hates on everybody for literally no reason
theres literally unnecessary drama going on in here
lara deactivated, paige is getting hate for no fucking apparent reason, star apparently uses ai, vivian is apparently a pick me, kiki is apparently a bitch, keanna "sexualizes" the triplets too much
you guys have to realize that these are real people. they have lives outside of tumblr? i get that everyone has their own opinions and so do i as im currently making this post but why are we encouraging hate towards each other?
im new to this fandom and its been a few months but the shit ive been seeing here is CRAZY. yes i may not know a lot of things about whats happened in the past but what has happened has happened no? if you simply do not like someone on here just block them and stop interacting? its not that hard.
ahhh omg i just saw this now but thank you so so much.
i actually didn’t even expect this account to get as much traction as it did in the beginning bc like i’ve said in the past, i just came on here(omgg shoutout to that one sturniolo video😭) to post what i like
my first post is just me fucking around saying something about imagine if matt was jerking off on a stream in the shower….i had no prior knowledge of anyone on here who was like the top queen or any groupchats so when im thrown into this loop of people who say i think im all that….im severely confused bc thi isn’t about fame???? helloooo we are all here because we like the same three men
in any case, if you don’t like my content you are allowed to scroll…i have no magical powers that are keeping you here. btw for the last and final time, EVRRYTIME I WRITE OR MAKE THINGS THAT ARE INHERENTLY SEXUAL YOU PEOPLE DONT WVEN ACKNOWLEDGE IT???
the amount of traction the more sexual posts get are very much proof that a lot you have to be lying about not liking what i post.
anyways nick and matt duo<3
p.s i was 19 when i joined here…the triplets were 21 sooo all this about how im too old and creepy for what i post is….and calling me a pedo(in response to other anons not this post) is diabolical and disheartening
MUNCH!MATT . . . who loves when you grab him by the hair and push him deeper into your pussy. he loves knowing he’s making you feel so good to where you’re practically riding his face and he doesn’t try to stop you.
MUNCH!MATT . . . who WILL eat your cunt for hours on end. he doesn’t care about how sore his jaw gets or how tired he gets or about your whines of protest when you get too sensitive and overstimulated. he just loves the taste of you.
MUNCH!MATT . . . who isn’t afraid to use toys on you. he doesn’t see them as a competition, he sees them as a way to help you cum faster (or edge you) and why would he pass up on that?
MUNCH!MATT . . . who will sometimes grip your thighs and hold you open, not letting you close them around his head. but most of the time he doesn’t, he loves the feeling of your thighs closing around his head.
MUNCH!MATT . . . who is ridiculously gentle during aftercare. once you’re all spent and sensitive, he’s the one pulling you into his chest, rubbing slow circles on your back and kissing your forehead while he tells you how good you did for him. he’ll grab you water, tuck you into blankets, and keep you close until you eventually fall asleep.
a few munch!matt things i thought of cause why not 🤷🏻♀️
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